9.1.06

This review has been co-written by Gilligan, the bear, who attended his first concert at the Kennedy Center and discovered a budding literary talent thereupon. Some unique spellings have been adjusted and excessive puns involving ‘bears’ and ‘bees’ (his favorite animals) have been reduced to a bear bare minimum.

Last Saturday at the Kennedy Center’s Family Theater, one of the NSO’s Teddy Bear Concerts, this one entitled “Tunes ‘n’ Tales,” took place. Ionarts’ Mini-Critic was indisposed and so Gilligan had to fill in. I duly tagged along with him, ready to meet up with another Teddy-friend that had promised Gilligan to go with him. After sitting outside the Kennedy Center, alone and waiting in vain, he shed a few tears having been stood up and we ventured upstairs to the theater. Crammed into a room full of little children isn’t my idea of a Saturday afternoon well spent and would normally hasten that appointment for the vasectomy, but NSO violinist Marissa Regni and veteran NSO harpist Dotian Levalier made it a very painless affair. Attractive for children (and bears) but never cringe inducing, they joked, talked, played, and explained their way through some 40 minutes of stories and music. After a little cat-chased-by-a-dog episode on harp and violin, Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star on the instruments that the soloists themselves started out on (the tiny violin admittedly adorable) inspired a wonderfully cacophonous singalong. The story of Ferdinand the Bull, musically enhanced, had a reasonable amount of kids transfixed. One kid remarked deadpan to his father: “I liked the story but I didn’t like the music.” Asked about the essentials that ought to be brought to a picnic, some other kid got very excited about peanut butter sandwiches and other foods they insisted be taken to that picnic – even long after the music had started. My kind of kid. An entertaining afternoon – but next time Gilligan wants to go, he’ll have to go with Mini-Critic and Charles.

Uuhhh! I could bearly barely wait to Bee be at the Kennedy Center. I think I didn’t sleep at all the night before. A “Teddy-Bear Concert”… it’s even named after me! And there was even a story about a bumble-bee! And there is a bull, too. But I don’t understand how the bumble-bee stings the bull because bumble-bees can’t sting. I know, because I, too, sat on one, once. They’re cute! And then they told a teddy-bear story. I hoped it was about Paddington, but it wasn’t. I think he is still in London. We got to know what culennyo col legno and pittsycuttoo pizzicato are! Mostly in a story about some bunny-rabbit. But I don’t think bunny-rabbits have anything to do with bears or bees so I took a nap to the beautiful music. I dreamt of a music box and I opened it and there was honey in it! Then Jens woke me because he said I was snoring. I don’t snore, but the other kids were very loud. And just as I was about to lick my honeyed paw. I think I’ll go again.

Next time, Gilligan can take my daughter Hannah's so-loved-his-middle-name-must-be-velveteen-rabbit stuffed doggie named Shadow as a concert companion.

We can have special ticket pricing for bears, doggies and other loveable childrens' toys.

PS it would be kinda fun to take Gilligan to other childrens concerts, like that cardboard cut-out Stanley [go ask the other parents if you don't know, C.]. Gilligan at the NSO, Gilligan at the Paris Opera, Gilligan at Bayreuth. Heck, it would make a very sweet children's book. hint hint hint

don't know about the hug - but "Gilligan at Bayreuth" is indeed an installement we should work on! "Gilligan at the MET", too, seems worthy of exploration. he'd be a star in the family circle... although, quite frankly, the only reason we'd want to be in that altitude would be to visit our friends. :)

what's with suggesting a 'timeout' for me? are you afraid i am getting soft and cuddely in my old days?